The sea of bitterness is boiling!

Countless creatures are terrified and flee from the location of the sea of suffering.

Even other sea areas also feel it, such as the Kunpeng Ancestor, all of them are shocked, and they are afraid that these Eight Bitter Heavenly Demons will suddenly go crazy and kill all directions.

This kind of thing......

Not for nothing!

Wang Shuo's eyes were cracked, and his body kept squirming as if there was a monster shuttling.

What a strong force, such a terrifying force.

Even with such a powerful body, he couldn't bear it.

A pair of eyes of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon began to disappear, but Wang Shuo had an extra pair of eyes on his forehead, and his bones and his body began to change.

"Eight hardships are exhausted, reverse the situation!"

The Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon drank violently, and its sharp claws pierced Wang Shuo's chest.

He killed Wang Shuo!

Wang Shuo spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't block the blow of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demons.

The body of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon began to change, his skin, his wings degenerated, and he began to rush into Wang Shuo's body as he pierced Wang Shuo's right arm.

The bitter sea is boiling, and the force is quantified as a vortex that envelops both in it.

A large array of light overflowed, and began to repair Wang Shuo's body.

Rumble!

Behind Wang Shuo, featherless wings appeared, and the moment it shook, the sea water boiled, terrifying to unimaginable power.

"Give you, everything to me!"

"Bloodline Inheritance!"

The eyes of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon disappeared again, and his blood began to burn, turning into flames and flowing into Wang Shuo's body.

Wang Shuo felt it, his strength increased exponentially, and he had already begun to hear some cries and mourning voices.

The Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon faded into the form of a Heavenly Demon, and what he left behind was just a handsome young man.

It's just that his face is extremely pale.

The Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon shouted: "Wang Shuo, there is one more point, there is one more point, we must find a way to break the ability given to us by the Sea of Suffering-Guanyin." Gotta find a way to break it, must!"

His body began to crumble like a mud man in a tsunami.

All that remains, there is only the soul.

"If there is an afterlife......

The body of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon began to float into the distance, where a light shrouded me, "I am willing to be your descendant and bear the suffering you have borne for me in this life." ”

The water surged, enveloping the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demons and rushing towards the shining place.

He was liberated, he didn't have to suffer all kinds of suffering.

"Thank you!"

The Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon cried and roared, "Thank you!"

The light faded and he vanished.

"Roar!"

Wang Shuo let out a terrifying roar, and he heard it, heard the merciless and endless cries of pain, scolding, cursing, and crying.

For love, for self-interest, for family, for friendship.

They're killing, they're killing like crazy.

They're scolding, they're invecting endlessly.

They're ......

Every word, every mood, became a punishment for tormenting him.

Wang Shuo's ears changed, and the water of the bitter sea continued to wash, and the ability given by the bitter sea-

The Law of Avalokiteshvara!

There are more and more voices, listening to one person arguing, it is annoying, listening to ten people arguing, you feel like you want to escape, listening to hundreds of people arguing, it is tantamount to making people crazy.

But what if you listen to 10,000 people, a million people, or 10 million people?

Wang Shuo squatted at the bottom of the sea and yelled bitterly, it was too painful, too painful!

He had become the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon, but he looked stronger and more powerful than the previous Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon.

"Ahhh

Wang Shuo screamed miserably, and his hands spared no effort to pierce his ears.

But soon, his wounds healed again.

"Roar!"

Wang Shuo roared violently, opened his eight eyes, and rushed out of the sea of suffering.

"Everywhere the wind, please tell our friends, no matter when and where, stay awake, remember, there is still someone waiting for you to come home. ”

Wang Shuo's wings shook, and the voice was as fresh as the only pain in the midst of this pain.

Those eight eyes were incredibly powerful, and they soared into the sky.

Wang Shuo's body froze, and he rushed directly to the bottom of the sea, looking for those chains.

Crash!

Wang Shuo grabbed the chain and quickly wound himself.

But then, he roared again, and the uncontrollable sound disturbed his senses, and he was about to forget who he was, and those voices were too muffled.

Bang!

Wang Shuo vented his pain frantically at the bottom of the sea, constantly attacking his body, piercing his chest and even his head.

But this is the bitter sea, and he is the embodiment of the bitter sea.

As long as there is sorrow in the world, the sea of suffering will continue to exist, and Wang Shuo will never die.

"Father!"

On the top of a mountain, Qingling shouted: "The wind, gave me the news." ”

Qing Jiu hurriedly said, "What is it?"

"Wang Shuo is alive!"

Qingling was pleasantly surprised, "But he was so miserable, where he went, he didn't even dare to go in." ”

Qing Jiu changed color, "Where is it?"

Qingling pointed in the direction of the bitter sea, "Bitter sea, he seems to have gone crazy." ”

"Sea of Bitterness?!"

Qing Jiu's body trembled, Eight Bitter Heavenly Demons!

That's definitely not an existence that anyone dares to provoke, killing is just a matter of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demons raising their hands, regardless of grievances, and even the mood is not needed.

Kill and kill, what is there to say?

Qing Jiu opened his mouth, if Wang Shuo fell into the hands of the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demons, who in the world would be able to snatch people from his hands?

Looking for death?

"Buddha Sect!"

Qing Jiu drank vigorously, his face instantly covered with incantations, "If it weren't for them to make trouble, how could my father have died in vain? If it wasn't for them to make trouble, why couldn't Wang Shuo have come back from the dead directly?"

Qingling hurriedly said: "Father, don't worry, I'll try again." ”

Qing Jiu bowed his head, "Be careful." ”

Qing Ling nodded heavily, sat cross-legged, and slapped the air around her with her little hands, and one incantation after another appeared.

"Everywhere, full of wisdom, can you bring my friend back to me?"

For a time, the wind was blowing.

Qing Jiu changed color, turned around quickly, and returned to the defensive surroundings.

Qingling whispered, "O wind of benevolence, you have blown the earth, you have given the breath of all spirits, I beg you, who are everywhere, to bring my friends back to me." ”

The wind, louder, more violent.

In the distant sky, there is a strange picture, like a devil looking down on the heavens and the earth.

The wind is fierce and domineering!

But instead of rushing into the distance, he killed Qingling.

Qing Jiu's right hand moved, and the blood on his fingertips swayed, quickly carving around.

There was a rumor of wind all around, frantically attacking the spell left by Qing Jiu.

Qingling stopped, her little face turned pale, "Father, Kuhai is angry." The wind, too, was angry. ”

As the green feather stopped, the wind around her began to dissipate.

Qing Jiu sat down dejectedly, "If even you can't do it, then no one will be able to bring Wang Shuo back from the sea of suffering." ”

Qingling looked up into the distance, "It's the first time I've seen Wind Fury. ”

If it continues, it will not only be him who will die, but also his father Qingjiu will die here.

Qing Jiu picked up Qing Ling, "Go home and wait for the day when the sky splits." ”

Qing Ling snorted, leaned her head on Qing Jiu's arms, and slowly fell asleep, blood slowly flowing out of the corners of her mouth.